Totally Tubular Tuesday

Yesterday was a bit off of the mark for me. I accidentally published what was to be today's post, and I arrived early for my shift at the cosmetics counter to find that the time clock had been removed. Huh? I popped into the Executive Offices and learned that I had been automatically terminated for failing to fulfill the "on call" commitment of one day per month -- not that I had been notified by phone or post of this new requirement.

The remedy? Reapply for a position, fill out new paperwork, forgo commission and take a 10% cut in my hourly rate. Honestly, I had remained on call mostly for the employee discount and the bit of extra money here and there. Under the new rules, the discount was less attractive without commission, a fair hourly wage and profit-sharing. Once my hand was forced, it was easy to let go, and I took this little lesson home with me and weeded out my book shelves.

I am still on the fence about Molly Ringwald. In spite of PSSO's similar outcome and brave decision, I am operating under the belief that a hot wash and a sewing machine can make Miss Molly wearable. If I am hiding my head in the sand on this one, I am facing the world with eyes wide open in my Tubular Camisole.

And as of today -- this photo in particular -- I am finally ready to let go. In all fairness, she is minus straps, but straps or not, I do not look or feel "right" wearing it. The shape hides my waist and creates a most unflattering spare tire spilling into ginormo hips look.

I can say with complete frankness and certainty that a blousy tube top has no place in my wardrobe.